I'm FINALLY over my writer's block.

YAAY!

Okay, it didn't take too long to recover, but I think I've kind of got a half of a plot line…ish.

This might be a shorter chapter, but I'll have the next one posted soon. I might do a series of shorter chapters, but shorter chapters = frequent updates. I'll try that for a while.

Anyway, I hope you guys like this chapter.

But before you move on, let's take a moment.

62 REVIEWS?! THAT'S AWESOME! I honestly never thought I'd ever get this far – especially only on the 7th chapter! You guys are great!

Song o' the Chapter: (Okay, I'm not sure of a song for this one, so could you guys review on this? I'll edit this when I find one that fits this chapter)

DISCLAIMER:

*sniffles* I don't own Percy Jackson. There, YOU HAPPY NOW?! *runs off crying*

VII

PIPER

Piper had sometimes wondered what it'd feel like if Jason hadn't caught her when she fell into the Grand Canyon.

She never actually wanted to find out.

She and Jason unexpectedly plummeted into the shadows. He threw his arms around her and pulled her close as she closed her eyes – not that there was anything to see. Darkness lurked all around her. She realized what he was trying to do too late and her eyes snapped open in surprise. They hit the ground with a muffled THUD. She yelped as pain shot through her body, but she sprang off of Jason, who had softened her fall.

She kneeled beside him as his eyes settled on her and slowly fluttered closed. His features were contorted with pain and his body was limp. His blonde hair displayed a small but rapidly growing damp and sticky crimson splotch on the side of his head, just above his right ear. She pressed a finger to it gently and he groaned, but didn't wake up.

She took off Zethes' sword and set it on the ground next to her before unsheathing Katoptris and cutting a long strip of stretchy, comfortable fabric from her pant leg. She cut up to her knee, so her pants looked lopsided, but she didn't care. She'd do anything to help Jason.

Carefully, she wrapped the material around her boyfriend's head and tied it off, wincing as all of her muscles pumped, tightened, and protested against being used.

She put away Katoptris, but not before catching a glimpse of the secrets her knife held.

A pair of bright yellow eyes peered over her shoulder in the reflection. The most startling thing? They seemed almost 3D, like someone had placed a yellow sphere with no pupil on each eye. She whipped around, but nothing lurked in the darkness surrounding her. She checked the dagger one more time, but the eyes had vanished.

Well. What a positively amazing start she had to this quest.

"Piper?" came Annabeth from somewhere above her. "Jason? Are you guys okay?"

Piper stood and peered into the space above her. A square of sunlight the size of her thumbnail hung far above her. Loose blonde curls dangled down toward them.

"No," Piper admitted, feeling somewhat annoyed. "Jason tried to prevent me from getting hurt, but he hit the ground hard. He's out."

The blonde locks dangled in a nod. "We'll be right down."

"Wait," Frank cautioned. A new shadow appeared in the opening of light. "We don't know how far down it is, and we don't know if there are any monsters. No offense," he added.

"None taken. Can you see me?" Piper asked.

"Barely." Annabeth again. "I can only see your sword."

Frank asked, "What's it look like?"

Piper looked to her left and right. In both directions, a long hallway stretched as far as the darkness allowed her to see. A strange, maroon light illuminated the hall and tinted the cobblestone walkways blood red – not a very comforting color. Dry and unused torches hung from the walls every six feet, but they were old and seemed to crumble to the touch.

Her gaze turned once again to the sunlit opening. "It's an empty hallway."

"Alright," Annabeth told her. "We're coming down."

Something to Piper's right hissed.

"Wait," she warned.

"Piper, what is it?"

She squinted to her left and waited. "I think there's something-"

Suddenly, something hit her head and pain erupted all around her skull. She gasped softly, not being able to manage a louder sound, and collapsed onto Jason.

She struggled to move and barely processed her name being called.

The last thing she saw were a pair of devious yellow eyes.

Dun, dun, DUUUUUN!

Okay! You guys are in for a surprise.

Lots of surprises.

Lots of pressure on my OTPs.

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(Next chapter coming soon!)

Question: What song do you think best represents Percabeth? (For me, it's 1D You & I – Not even the gods above, could separate the two of us, no nothing can come between you and I.)